So last night I was singing in the shower, and I had a wonderful idea.
Yeah. Feel free to take a moment. The image that was just branded into your occipital lobe will fade with time. Take a deep breath. There you go. And another. Better? Just avoid thinking about it for a while and it will go away. Whatever you do, don't add that fuzzy pink cat-ear hat to the picture, or you'll never....
You just did it, didn't you? Man, I'm sorry.
Heh heh heh.
Awwww.... Now I feel really guilty. What if the Hadron Collider blows up the world later today and the last thought on someone's mind is my naked, soapy body wearing in a Kawaii-pink catgirl hat? If that happens, I'm definitely going to pay for it in the afterlife.
Anyway, as I was saying, yesterday I had an idea.
It doesn't really matter where I was when I had the idea. Don't think about it.
As is the case with most of my ideas, it was about writing, and it was awesome.
Over the next couple hours, the idea rolled around in my head. Finally I decided I'd be better off just writing it, and getting it out, than to try and fight it. This is the writer's equivalent of giving your child the candy they're begging for, just so they'll shut up and leave you alone.
So I wrote this thing. This story. It was fun. I was excited. It had some terribly clever bits. It had humor. It had a good ending.
Most interesting was the fact that this story is much shorter than what I usually write. In fact, I managed to finish it in just a couple hours.
It was only after the story was finished that I realized what I had done. It honestly, HONESTLY never occurred to me while I was thinking about it or writing it down. In fact, it didn't occur to me until I woke up this morning.
I had written fanfic.
I really don't know what this means. I don't know if this is a sign of the endtimes, or merely the first step in what will quickly become the downward spiral of my life.
Either way, I felt that y'all had the right to know.
P.S. It's really good. Seriously.
posted by Pat at 3:24 AM